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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 12, 2017 2:14:05 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 403: Blood on the Water
Leader: Ouusaldus and Kanaloa Participants: Klaus, Taishen, Madoka, Othello, Lucifer, Alec, Milo, Peregrine, Whitaker Talori Plot Journal | Vagabond Plot Journal | Chapter 4 Journal | Plot Music | Chapter Chat Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's. - No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway) - Always get consent before harming another character! - Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D   
Location: A large clearing near Torrine's center, located near a large pond Time of Day: Mid morning Current Weather: Bright, but cloudy Opening Prompt - Flight: The Flight has been suffering in victory. Too few supplies for too many mouths have made Torrine nigh-unlivable, and the flock is spread thinner and thinner as circumstances grow increasingly desperate. The atmosphere in Torrine has been tense since the brutal "sacrifice" of the Emperor's daughter, and the guards have been working overtime. The overcrowded city has been wearing its protectors thin since their hard-won victory months before. After a long night of patrol, you are about to end your shift when you spot a suspicious congregation of prisoners. Upon further inspection, they seem to be preparing for revolt, and you have no choice but to act fast. Opening Prompt - Talori: With plans for a rebellion confirmed by the Talori officials, you have been instructed to begin preparations of your own. You have spent most of the morning training alongside other like minded individuals. That is, until the Flight patrols started roaming though. Usually you can ignore it, but seeing one of the faces who had been involved with the recent hippocampus murders is enough to set you off... Notes: Torrine's barrier prevents the use of blessings inside, though teke can still be used. Remember the Talori prisoners to not have weapons on hoof, but the Flight patrols do. NPC bystanders are available to add into your posts and get involved for added dramatic effect if you so choose. |
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 15, 2017 1:10:22 GMT -6
Kanaloa | Guardian
Kanaloa let his eyes scan their surroundings, hoping there would not be any sudden changes in the guard roster of their captors. He had to wonder at the fact that such a group was able to take over their beloved herd so swiftly when they didn’t even have the mind of changing up their guard patrols from time to time. It had been easy, almost too easy, for the horses within the encampment to pick up on assigned hours of patrol and thus to plan accordingly themselves. Right now they were tucked away from prying eyes within a clearing inside Torrine. Guards were normally not planned to walk through soon. He doubted they would change their schedule now and he was quite sure horses would give warning at the slight chance he did, but his years as guardian had thought him nothing if not to be cautious. With a sigh, he let his attention drifted back to the horses gathered currently gathered and training. Two willing - well, Kanaloa assumed they were willing - horses had turned themselves to them, wanting to learn more about fighting and he, alongside fellow guardian Othello and Klaus, trying to give them a few pointers in order to get them battle ready. Kanaloa hadn’t been too happy when he recognized Lucifer as not any Lucifer but the son of their emperor on arrival. He hoped they wouldn’t be burying the boy after this all was over.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 13:21:13 GMT -6
 The crisp air almost hurt.
His scared lungs expanded, nostrils flared as Ouusaldus breathed in deeply, eyes shut as the soft morning light washed over his dark coat. His eyes flashed gold as he opened them to observe the sun began its climb to the peak of the sky, promising a warm day. Ouusaldus sighed softly, turning his face away from the sun.
Being in Torrine made his skin crawl, his feathers never laying flat and his ears always pressed forward. The air was forever thick with malice, hatred and something that Ouusaldus couldn’t quite but a name to, but brought a bitter taste to his tongue. Taking the city...it had been a thrill. To see the Talori beaten down and torn asunder. It had reminded Ouusaldus all too much of who he used to be, the stallion who would murder for a shard and feel nothing but satisfaction in his heart. Ouusaldus scowled to himself as he mused over these thoughts, slowly making his way to where the rest of his patrol was to meet. Just as soon as those dark thoughts burrowed into his mind, they were being pushed aside by the thought of dear Aisling, his light in these dark times. The flock had brought Ouu back to the edge, but she? She had damn near saved him from death altogether. He longed to marry her, but wondered if she would take him after all this...he knew how this tore her apart, yet here he was, guarding the very city that had once housed his own kind. Some twisted irony.
Rounding the corner, Ouusaldus straightened as he spotted his winged brethren. His war axe rustled softly against his skin as he came to a stop, dipping his head to his comrades. The mask upon his face caught the glint of the sun, sending sparks of light to cast around them. He had...become more lenient on the use of his mask. Certainly Milo, Peregrine and Whitaker had now come to know his true face. It had taken much gentle coaxing and reassurance from Aisling to finally set the mask down, to leave it behind and free himself of those finale shackles. So now he only wore it when he was outside the Aerie, faced with the unknown. His amber eyes passed over each horse; Milo, who he had spent numerous occasions training with. He was sure spirited, a fire blazing in his heart and eyes. Peregrin, Soft spoken but determined to see this war to the end. Whitaker, who he did not know personally but knew good things of. And finally the brightly feathered Alec, who had joined them, free from the Talori. Ouusaldus wondered what his life must have been like, living with the constant disgust of others around you. He frowned, but twitched his ears forward.
“I trust all is well” his deep voice asked lowly, not a question but not a statement either.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Aug 17, 2017 15:15:16 GMT -6
It had been too long since Klaus had tasted freedom. Despite the months they'd all spent in Torrine, Klaus and the guardians with him had managed to keep their muscles firm and well used, even as the treatment they were subjected to left some wounds and less meat on their bones. Since the beginning, when he attended Thaumas funeral, a fire had been lit in the black stallion's heart.
He wouldn't give up the fight until Cascade drew him into the murky depths of death herself.
He'd joined the other guardians in preparing an uprising to free themselves. Through Nagisa, he'd met Othello, and from there, Kane and the rest. Klaus had spent the past few months training and helping the captives in Torrine. But with the death of the princess, the Talori officials had sent the word out. Their time would be soon.
"Madoka and Lucifer," Klaus said, letting the taste of their names sit in his mouth. His eyes hovered on the agriculturist and the prince. He turned his attention back to Kane. "We're not waiting for anyone else, are we Sir?" His front hoof pawed the ground. The sooner they started the training the better. Klaus flicked his tail, calling Othello to his side. "Shall we begin?"
Post Number: 1
WC: 225Accept death, face God.
Walk into Hell backwards.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 19, 2017 14:37:47 GMT -6
LuciferBut he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster It seemed to Lucifer that he was only sent to Aquore to watch all hell break loose. Maybe it was his mother's sick sense of humor, or a way to get back at him for the way he hounded her for information about his father. In truth, the young noble had no idea, and he just wanted to go home. Back to Valore, with his slaves attending , all the food he could ever dream of eating, lovers as far as the eye could see, a beautiful, safe, house he could always return to... But that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.
No, Lucifer was stuck in Aquore with a bunch of backwater, sex repulses, over zealous strangers who worshiped the sea and sacrificed pegasi. Not that he thought there was anything terribly wrong about it, to each their own he supposed, but he really didn't appreciate being caught up in all this terrorist drama. It was hard enough being stuck in this strange place before all of this chaos broke loose....
After witnessing the Flight's brutal attack, and watching hundreds die, Lucifer had started to withdraw slightly. He was still having nightmares about it, and he didn't have anyone to talk to. His father was missing and the young stallion didn't really have any friends. He was a stranger in a strange land, during the least opportune time possible.
Then his half sister was murdered, and other hippocampi began disappearing as well. It terrified him, so much so that when he heard rumors circulating of an uprising, he jumped on the idea, eager to learn how to defend himself. He may have been 16 in age and mind, but he had only been alive for a couple years, and his lack of experiences showed. That's how he got to where he was this morning.
He stood among the group of stallions feeling rather inept. He was much younger than all of them, and had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Even the other non guardian seemed to have some idea of how to fight, and it made the youngster feel quite incompetent. Then again, that wasn't far from the truth.
"Madoka and Lucifer." The colt whipped his head around as one of the guardians spoke. "We're not waiting for anyone else, are we Sir? Shall we begin?" The stallion asked, addressing his peers. Lucifer snorted softly, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. He knew he was about to get his ass handed to him, but he was determined to learn what he could.
"I'm ready." Lucifer muttered, his voice soft but determined as he replied to the guardian nearby.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 19, 2017 20:52:04 GMT -6
O T H E L L O
Talori Guardian
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The months had passed slowly, but Othello did his best to keep himself occupied with productive things, rather than thinking about how much he missed Roxanne. And by Cascade, he missed her... But, it wouldn’t do to just sit and wallow in the misery of their captivity. Through Nagisa, he had met Klaus and the two had managed to keep themselves in decent shape. Though it couldn’t be said that the two were friends, they did seem to get along, well enough anyway. Othello didn’t appreciate the sideways glances at his tattoos, though he had long since gotten used to such things, nor did he appreciate the way Klaus seemed to like to order him around. Still, with things as they were, it only made sense that they all cooperate instead of turning on one another for such inconsequential things.
On this particular morning, Othello had joined the other guardians in preparing for what would hopefully be the end of the awful feathered jail. With the call to arms from the Talori officials confirmed, he had eagerly begun preparations. The evening before, Othello’s dreams had been plagued by visions of Cascade, things he didn’t understand, and figures he didn’t recognize. He joined the group rather groggily, but with his usual toothy grin in place... until he saw some of the others who were gathered. His ears would flick as Klaus spoke their names, Madoka and Lucifer. Madoka, well, he was fine, but it was Lucifer that caused his grin to fall. He’d never been fond of younger horses, he had little patience for them, and here was a teenager. Great.
The tattooed guardian gave the lad a quick once over before he turned his attention back to Klaus. He’d grunt as he was called to his side, there he went again, ordering him around... but c'est la vie. Othello cast a look again at the boy as he responded. Ready, huh? Somehow, Othello doubted that.
“Let’s get on with it...”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 20, 2017 11:58:19 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom's Flight || Post One
The morning was frigid, despite the brightness of the sun through scuddling clouds, and Peregrine was exceedingly thankful for his warm, fluffed up feathers, which he used as a sort of makeshift blanket, covering his smokey gray hide. With their long, mottled shafts, the pegasus’s flight feathers trapped his body heat in, amplifying warmth as effectively as though he had donned a fur coat before venturing outside.
Despite the comfort that his cloak of wings brought him, Peregrine was uneasy. Something on the frigid air didn’t sit right in the gray pegasus’s gut, and it wasn’t simply the lack of food. Along his dark dorsal stripe, Peregrine felt a prickle of discomfort run, like a tiny mouse skittering along his spine. The feeling made him visibly shudder.
As Ouusaldus made his appearance, Peregrine’s attention was dragged away from the churning of his thoughts, and placed instead on the dark stallion before him. Although Peregrine had seen the masked horse without his armor before, it was a small sign of familiar comfort as it blunted in the sun, reminding the gray horse of all the times he’d fought beside that very mask in the last year.
Ouusaldus seemed neither questioning, nor entirely certain that all was well, which left an ominous cast that hung over his words, causing the ripple of fear to reappear, shivering down Peregrine’s back from withers to croup.
“All seems well,” the gray piped up, hoping his words would prove correct. There was a huge gap between seems well and is well, as the pegasi all well knew.
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Post by Ehrendi on Aug 20, 2017 19:42:48 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
The guardians had not been the only ones training themselves for this moment. Even in such close quarters, Madoka had managed to keep mostly to himself these last three months. He only conversed out of necessity or if someone insisted on being checking up on his well being. They meant well, but being stuck on land had not improved Madoka's mood and he found himself being far more agitated then he would like to admit. The only thing that kept his mind off of taking on those bird brains himself (a suicide mission that would help no one) was keeping his body moving. Round and round Torrine he went, dodging pegasi and avoiding conversation with the trapped Talori. It wasn't until the guardian's had come to him that Madoka finally found some kind of purpose. A flicker of hope lit within him, opening up the yearning he felt to return to the sea. The killing of the hippocampus only helped his resolve.
Madoka gave a small nod in the direction of Klaus, looking across at the gathered guardians. They were all very capable equines, he was certain that they would be able to cause some trouble for the pegasus.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Aug 22, 2017 11:34:40 GMT -6
Alec : Talori Philosopher, The Flight Aligned
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Alec stood with stiff shoulders and wings hugged tightly across his ribs, his head high, the small stallion's entire posture was nervous, for anyone who knew him well enough, anyway. With a high held neck, Alec had learned early on that he could give off a wave of confidence, when in reality the young man was too fidgety to stand with relaxed muscles. This was all new to him, fighting, standing up for himself, rebellion. Though he supported the Flight's cause, really, he did, he wanted to see Talori improve, he couldn't take the pitiful glances he received, much less the murder of his own kin, yet as the days piled on, all the young pegasus could see was more murder. With a heavy heart, peering through his round spectacles, Alec wondered if his beloved homeland would ever return to a simple shade of normality.
The donkey thought of his family, his small, scattered, and broken family. His father, killed in the Flight's raid only a few weeks before, a raid, in a way, he now supported. It crushed him a little bit inside that, in a way, his father met his demise at his only son's hand. Perhaps it was fitting, perhaps he deserved it. After all, Alec had been struck by him many times before. The two never got along much, dad, hard-headed and stubborn, while Alec was a shy, soft-hearted runt who didn't take to the work requested of him, nor the high standards his father held over his head. That being said, the family, slowly but surely, crumbled to pieces.
His mother was the same as him, quiet under his father's ruling. Though with his passing, the actions of his mother surprised him when the little paint had seen and spoken to her for the first time in years. She had sided with the Flight as well, even after the murder of her husband. Whether it was merely to prevent further imprisonment, or take a stand against the dark side of their herd, Alec didn't know. Yet perhaps he did inherit more from his mother than his brightly colored wings, and he was happy to have seen her, he really was. They hugged, they talked, they cried, and she even met her granddaughter. The child Alec was chased from home because of so many years ago, a story all to familiar, shining bright by the brand on his right shoulder.
He thought of Agnes now, the small, brightly colored, and even brighter tempered daughter of his that, sure enough, he would come to find out existed only a few months prior. A handful when she arrived in his custody, though the two seemed to have settled into each other's presence as time carried on - and now, he'd do just about anything for that little girl. He wondered how she was behaving for Zenith, and chuckled at the thought, he must repay the brewer in some way for watching her.
Lastly, someone of equal significance slipped into his mind; a mare he had spoken to only a handful of times, half of those times being over a mere written letter. He longed to see Selora again, even if she was tied up in Sedo. Though, in a way, he was happy she was there. Perhaps out of harms way in the golden desert. The scene sounded almost tempting to him, after all, he was free for the moment, could he take his daughter and leave? Meet up with his lover and fulfill a life as a Seroran?
No. He couldn't. As wonderful as it sounded, Alec knew life didn't work out that way, run from one bad thing and you're sure to find another - and he was tired of running. Alec knew he owed his prayers to Cascade, and that wouldn't change.
Standing between members of the Flight he barely knew, Alec felt small in their presence, and it wasn't just due to his height. He finally snapped out of his thoughts as Ouusaldus muttered a greeting. Yet the gray stallion alongside him, younger than himself, replied with an answer good enough for him as well. Alec merely dipped his head in respect and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
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Post by tarriedsea on Aug 22, 2017 11:43:52 GMT -6
Whitaker Freedom's Flight
His hooves crunched on some stray gravel, announcing his presence to the cold Talori faces who glanced at him from the edges of their shelters. He liked the feeling of power walking among them, even if he disliked the circumstances. A rogue rock suddenly bit into the underside of his hoof, and he winced.
It had been a long night. As he'd mentioned to Othala, he tried to avoid being in Torrine unless necessary. And the past few nights were necessary. He was asked to patrol here, and what choice did he have? He had gone from individual to instrument.
Flanking him were Alec and Milo, the former a new accomplice, the latter a too-similar-for-comfort thorn in Whit's side. Whit was determined to keep an incredulous eye on Alec. In his opinion, the Flock had been too accepting of new recruits straight from the belly of Inaria. Too trusting. For all they knew, the feathered donkey could have his true allegiance to the Talori unshaken in the aftermath of the chaos.
Ahead he spotted Ouu's mask before recognizing the stallion himself. Light glinted off it, a reflection dancing on the stone wall to his side. Peregrine was there as well. Whit could just barely make out Ouu's statement and Peregine's chirping reply.
"All appears well," Whit confirmed coldly as he stepped into Ouu's conversational space, siding next to Peregrine. With the end of his patrol shift nearing, Whit's mind wandered to retreating away to the abandoned Inaria where he could catch up on some sleep, maybe take a bath in the sea, fly for pleasure instead of duty, stretching his wings over the ocean waves to dry off in the sunlight...
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 22, 2017 14:53:51 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | The Flock
Milo's eyebrows were almost married to the thick upper lashes of his eyes as he stepped amongst the gravel of the outskirts of Torrine. His presence was more of a threat to those residing within than actual guard work such as settling any restlessness. Rumors had been spreading that he was one of the ones responsible for the disappearances of various hippocampi and that alone had been enough to keep them in submission or at least out of his way. Ever since he had returned from War-Forged after the loss of his mother with only three flesh legs he had been training to get his control back. He couldn't become a burden to the Flight, and through that and his sheer will to spite the gods and diminish the Talori. Now as he stepped amongst other Flight members on duty it was as if he wasn't missing a limb at all. His dexterity with the new limb was now possibly even greater than the others. Even with the rest of his legs lean, muscled and his hind legs protected by spiked bracers, the golden prosthetic was likely the most dangerous. His ears pricked as the sound of Ouusaldus' voice reached his ears. He couldn't help but grunt sarcastically at the statement. Milo's amber eyes scanned the vicinity as he replied. "As well as it can be I suppose...ever since Jun did the deed everyone has been on edge." Milo murmured and used his teke to shift his broadsword.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 22, 2017 15:50:40 GMT -6
Kanaloa | Talorian Guardian
Kanaloa huffed as Klaus addressed him. What? Did they want to make him sound like a grandpa? He was not that old. Or at least he didn’t think he was. How was Klaus anyway? He always had found it hard to gauge horses age. “No, Sir’s here,” he mumbled, “Call me Kane, please.” He gave their two ‘recruits’ a once over. He had hoped more of a turn-up as their idea for rebellion got supported by the officials and the horses in camp started to itch as months dragged on. Now this so-called sacrifice was the last drop. He was sick of it all and he was suprised not more stallions were sick of it either. What made them so uneager to fight? Circumstances within Torinne were anything but suitable to keep such large amount of horses. Furthermore he had expected that the murder of emperor’s daughter - may cascade embrace her soul - would rile up more horses iinto fighting. They’d have to make-do with training Madoka and Lucifer for now though. “That’s all.,” he said to Klaus. His eyeq flicked from Othello to their two recruits. It was a bit awkward, this joined teaching, but he decided it would waste too much energy to worry about courtesies. “First thing first. I want you to fight us one on one ao we can see what you’ve got. Then we can work from that.”
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 23, 2017 12:05:59 GMT -6
LuciferBut he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster “First thing first. I want you to fight us one on one and we can see what you’ve got. Then we can work from that.” Lucifer turned to the older guardian as he spoke. Fight them one on one? All of them, in succession? Just one of them? and if just one, which one was he expected to loose against? The colt snorted softly, looking from guardian to guardian. Each of them was rather muscular and imposing, and none of them looked to be forgiving opponents.
'It's now or never Lucifer...' He thought to himself, taking a step forward. "Just tell me who I'm up against." Though he stood tall, with his head held high, Lucifer's voice quivered slightly as he spoke. Mind racing, his gaze shifted between the stallions as he wondered which one would decide to "evaluate" him. He scoffed internally, knowing there wasn't much to evaluate at this point. 'No.' He scolded himself. 'Now is not the time to think like that. You are of royal blood, through and through. You can do this.'
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Aug 23, 2017 15:26:07 GMT -6
When Lucifer wasted no time in volunteering, neither did Klaus. "I will," he rumbled, also stepping forward. Klaus was a seasoned fighter, and the prince a mere child... his expectations were low. But as the Emperor's son, Klaus had a special interest in the Aodhian. The scandal of his mother had, in a way, tarnished his opinion of Lucifer, but the colt was half Talorian, half Hawkeye; the stallion whom he was sworn to protect and revere.
Perhaps Klaus would be surprised.
Klaus's eyes squinted as he summed up the shorter horse. Then, without warning, he darted forward, teeth barred to snap at Lucifer's neck. A test bite. Klaus would pull away after, to gauge the hippocampus' response. But even after one lunge, there was a wild fire lighting in Klaus' soul. It was tempered with years of self-control, but his lust for blood was strong after having been held captive so long. Finally the time would be soon. They would taste freedom again.
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WC: 180Accept death, face God.
Walk into Hell backwards.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 27, 2017 18:09:24 GMT -6
Ouusaldus
Standing with his companions, Ouusaldus nodded his head at each, wings sitting still against his back. Milo's words brought a sour twist to his thoughts, thinking of what had transpired not too long ago. It made his heart clench, the thought that the Talori would throw another soul to their goddess for nothing. Clenching his jaw, Ouusaldus turned his eyes away and began to move forward "Come. The sooner we finish the sooner we can return to a warm home" he spoke, thoughts drifting to Aisling for but a moment; How he wished to be in her calming presence.
As he moved forward, Ouusaldus kept his head forward, the sound of following hooves oddly satisfying. Making their way down the silent street and towards the center of Torrin, Ouusaldus' ears perked forward when he heard the clattering of more hoof steps, his brow raising. It was early sure, but not early enough that there wouldn't be people in the street, doing whatever it was that needed to be done for the day. The fact that Ouusaldus' could faintly hear grunts and the scrapping of hooves perked his curiosity. Finally emerging from the street, Ouusaldus eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, the sun shining partially down through the parting clouds. Frowning, Ouusaldus glanced back at the others as he spotted the figures. What in Alya's feathers were they doing?
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 27, 2017 18:17:28 GMT -6
O T H E L L O
Talori Guardian
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Well, at least the little guy seemed eager. Still, Othello wasn’t impressed. He took a step back as Klaus moved forward, opting to give the pair room for whatever beating the guardian decided to hand down to the hippocampus. For a moment, he simply watched in silence as Klaus went after the younger horse with all the ferocity he had expected, but it wouldn’t take long before his mind began to wander. What were they doing? In all honesty, what did they hope to gain from training a few civilians to fight? A few more bodies to add to the pile at the end of the day? He understood the reasoning behind it, sure, preparing as many bodies for what could potentially be quite the brawl, well... that was a sound tactic. After all, the more things you threw at something, the harder it was for that something to remain standing, right? Still, as he watched the pair, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be enough. Could a batch of guardians and a few ragtag civilians, thrown together in the worst of circumstances, really make that much of a dent?
He had to hope, perhaps, that the effort would be worth it, that by training these civilians to fight they weren’t issuing them their own death certificates. His gaze shifted from the first pair to begin their ‘training’ to the remaining individual, Madoka.
“Well, I guess it’s you and me.” He said, shifting his weight so that he could stretch his legs. Sure, he’d agreed to help in training the citizens... but he wasn’t really that keen on the idea. That and he was quite tired... blasted dreams.
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Post by Ehrendi on Aug 28, 2017 4:56:48 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
This whole situation had him on edge. Madoka couldn't quite relax the tension in his shoulders, even as he reminded himself that the guard's weren't due to change for some time yet he still found himself glancing over his shoulder. An ear flicked towards Kane, turning his attention to the Guardian's in front of him. The uneasiness wasn't from nerves either, he thought as he scrutinised the trio ahead of him. He'd been far from relaxed trapped within Torrine these last three months but again, this was different. The colt stepped forward and Madoka resisted the urge to glance over his shoulder again. Enough of that. He told himself as Klaus strode foward and Madoka tried to focus his attention on them both. The Guardian was leagues ahead of the courageous kid and while Lucifer didn't stand a chance, Madoka still was curious to see how he would far up against a trained Guardian.
The two of them scrambled, distracting Madoka from his uneasiness. His eyes flicked Othello who addressed him and Madoka gave him a slight nod. Madoka was no stranger to fighting, with the years he had spent out at sea, exploring the Wilds and dealing with rogues, he had his own fair share of experience. He was not afraid, but he did wonder if he'd been doing enough these past three months to maintain his muscle. He could only hope so. With time being of the essence Madoka wasted very little of it and lunged at Othello. Mouth agape, he didn't bother trying to go high as Klaus did and instead aimed his bite for the tender underside of a front leg or even a blue pectoral fin.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 30, 2017 3:42:00 GMT -6
LuciferBut he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster "I will." The dark stallion's voice was low as he spoke, making Lucifer almost regret stepping up so quickly. No. He couldn't think that way now. His life was potentially on the line as long as he was stuck here and he needed to learn how to protect himself if he was going to survive.
His eyes grew wide as the dark horse unexpectedly lunged at him, teeth snapping down on the fleshy part of neck where it met his shoulder. Lucifer's eyes burned as tears threatened to spill out. He hadn't felt pain this intense since drinking the aging potions. He wanted to break down, but it was too late for that. Whether he liked it or not, he was facing this strange stallion, and he'd have to fight back, as it seemed the guardian was out for blood.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled away, a low, feral grumble coming from his chest as he wheeled around, kicking out at the stallion's head with his hind foot. Unfortunately for the young Aodhian, his coordination hadn't quite caught up with the size of his body, rendering the colt quite clumsy. Stepping out a bit too far as he lashed out, Lucifer stumbled forward awkwardly, tumbling head over heals out of the clearing, only to almost crash into a stranger who had come up on the training horses.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 2, 2017 21:28:58 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom's Flight || Post 2
As he had done so many times before, Peregrine fell into step behind his group's leader, his little legs stretching far so that he could keep up with the others. While his size never proved too much of a disadvantage, thanks to his speedy abilities, it did force him to make adjustments in order to keep himself in like with the other members of his team. As Osuualdus noticed something amiss, Peregrine let his yellow gaze follow the masked stsllion's line of attention, drowning as he attempted to discern what was going on. From what he could tell, the group was mostly male prisoners. That by itself was not so surprising, but the fact that they were in such a secluded area was concerning.
"Are they...fighting?" The gray piped up, sounding confused, and a bit worried about the prisoners' actions. Before he could discern the truthful answer to this question, one of the prisoners stumbled, practically crashing into Osuualdus. The sudden movement frightened the already stressed stallion, and instinctively, Peregrine jumped back, unfurling feathered wings and flapping furiously.
As his hooves settled on earth again, sudden and uncharacteristic anger took over, and his yellow eyes flashed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded, baring his teeth and pinning the prisoners with a furious glare.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Sept 2, 2017 21:58:33 GMT -6
Alec
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Alec shuffled behind the small group of patrols, a tense spine and ears flicking nervously between his shoulder and flat withers. The small stallion marched between horses.. soldiers, rather, who knew what they were doing. The frail pegasus was smart, sure, but he knew little outside of his literary range, rendering him nearly useless in direct combat. Alec could only hope that he could make due with his brains on this guard duty rather than his strength.
Though he was proven speechless as his blue feathers slammed to a quick stop when a brightly colored colt came tumbling from the brush and landed at the feet of a frightening Ouusaldus. Alec stuttered a bit, yet as his fuzzy ears flew forward, a string of words came out against his better judgement.
"Are you alright?!" Alec choked out between an awkward gasp before bugging his eyes a bit and looking away. He had yet to see many other Flock members grant their prisoners with a form of kindness, and was proven correct as the young Peregrine reared up at the intruder. Yet the donkey had a soft spot for children, no matter their standing, and had trouble holding himself back from offering the colt any assistance. His blue eyed gaze slowly shifted back to the boy, he was able to focus on the his bright coat and came to a quick realization; they stood over top of one of the emperor's children. That wasn't all he caught sight of, however, at this point the colt was bruised a fair bit and bleeding in a few spots, small wounds that made Alec's heart ache. With a nervous shift of his weight and a gulp of courage, the small stallion caved as he ducked around the pounding wings of the gray stallion to offer a wing to help the boy up. An exhausted mutter of, "he's hardly more than a child" as he did so. |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 4, 2017 8:35:30 GMT -6
Kanaloa | Guardian
Kanaloa nodded his approval as their 'recruits' stepped forward to show of their skill -or in Lucifer's case, Kane noted, lack thereof -. He was content to stay back and watch what they had in store. He was grateful Othello and Klaus were there so he could spent his full attention on scouting out these horses' weakness but also strengths so they might compensate and hone them respectively. Before their little spar had even well started however, Lucifer stumbled, finding himself out of the clearing and alongside a belated warning from those who were standing guard, Kanaloa was quickly made aware of unwelcome guests to their training. His ears flicked back in serious dislike, if not hatred. He had heard they killed a young child, a hippocampus child, the princess even. His eyes fell to Lucifer and immediately his mind took a turn for the worse. What if they had come to fetch him as well?
His stance immediately shifted to alert and defensive in case they tried to pull anything. "Leave the boy alone. We were merely showing these youngsters a controlled way to let of some steam." A lie, but he hoped not an obvious one. The conditions in camp were abominable and it was as if by miracle that the horses had not resorted to rioting just yet. You couldn't lock up such an amount of horses like this and not except frustrations to arise. "As you might not have noticed from wherever you are comfortably nestled, things haven't been exactly cozy around here. We're keeping order amongst our own." He sent Alec a glare that told him that he certainly didn't consider a dissenter as such any more.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Sept 4, 2017 18:04:10 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | The Flock
Nodding his reply to Ouusaldus' suggestion, the young stallion followed the elder stallion from off to the side and only slightly behind. His three flesh hooves made dull crunching sounds on the gravel, but his gold foreleg made quite an audible grinding sound against the rock. One more annoying thing about it that Milo needed to get used to. At least it was sharp and had no feeling so he could use it as a weapon of sorts. Still, he ruffled his feathers and snorted as they continued. His sensitive ears, however, picked up another set of sounds. The sounds of a scuffle. Ouusaldus and the others had apparently heard it as well, for they followed suit at a quicker walk. Milo's eyes narrowed at Peregrine's question, figuring that the small group was indeed sparring. But right as they faced the group, one of them fell at the great black pegasus' hooves. The small outburst from their new member was met with a glare from Milo out of the corner of his eye accompanied by a small, harsh snort. "Hardly more than a child...I hardly have two years on him and I've been doing this a long time." His attention then turned to the older stallion, who rebuffed the group of Flock members. The younger stallion was smaller than the Guardian, but that didn't stop him from taking a step forward and glaring up into the eyes of the other stallion. "A royal like him wouldn't be caught dead taking his anger out in a fight. He could damage his perfect little hooficure. I call bullshit on your 'keeping order' crap, old man." The young warrior took another step forward so he was beside Ouusaldus, his feathers ruffled and his ears flicked backwards. "You're teaching untrained equines how to fight because you don't have enough Guardians to overthrow us." Milo accused, his voice getting louder with every word.
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Post by Gaybies on Sept 4, 2017 19:28:57 GMT -6
O T H E L L O
Talori Guardian
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It could’ve gone without saying that Othello was pleased to have an opponent that at least had an idea as to how to fight. As Madoka charged forward, mouth agape, Othello sank back on his heels and flattened his fins to his body. They were soft and squishy and he wasn’t about to have them torn up in a sparring match. His precaution with his fins left his foreleg exposed and thus he felt the graze of Madoka’s teeth on his skin. The Guardian quickly tucked his legs and tried to bring his neck down over the other’s, keeping his teeth out of the battle for now. Against friendlies, it wouldn’t do for him to be sinking those polished red metal implants into their skin... wouldn’t be very nice, so, he resorted to brute force.
Unfortunately for them both, Lucifer stumbled and went tumbling head over heels to land right at the feet of incoming pegasi. The warning had come too late, obviously, as here they stood, a handful of a feathered fiends. Othello took a few steps back and gestured towards the newcomers so that Madoka would cease his efforts. It was a shame; really, it might’ve been fun to continue the little match. His ears flicked as he took in the sight of the pegasi and listened as some of them chirped away.
The time in captivity had certainly soured his opinion of these creatures so his expression was one of obvious disdain. One of them was particularly loud, his voice growing in volume with every word and this caught and kept Othello’s attention. Ugh... birds.
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Post by tarriedsea on Sept 5, 2017 13:44:43 GMT -6
Whitaker Freedom's Flight
Whit had been watching in silence, hanging toward the back of the group. These rascals may have been roughhousing. Whether they were just playing with the emperor's son or had malicious intent, Whit didn't care. Let them destroy themselves from within. Would make the Flock's job a hell of a lot easier.
And he didn't bother hiding an eye roll when Alec squeaked out concern like a nurse mare over an orphaned foal. The donkey had too much to learn and not enough time to teach him. First lesson: never show partiality to the enemies. Wasn't that common sense?
Anyway. If everyone could just keep their mouths shut and maintain order, the sooner Whit could be free from his duties and the sooner he could take a much-needed nap. He suppressed a yawn and shook his head.
But then one low, gravely voice flooded the discussion, and it prickled his skin from withers to tail.
"We're keeping order amongst our own."
Instantly, Whit's eyes narrowed. But before he could say anything, Milo snarled a rebuke.
"You're teaching untrained equines how to fight because you don't have enough Guardians to overthrow us."
Milo. That brash bold-talking fool.
Whit held his breath, waiting for this to smooth over or for Ouu to dismantle the rising voices. Keep it civil, keep it civil...
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Post by PaganStars on Sept 5, 2017 14:57:15 GMT -6
Ouusaldus
Eyes narrowed, Ouusaldus had turned his head to glance back at his fellow flight members when the bright horse had practically fallen at his feet. His wings flared only slightly, nose turned up as the stallion scrambled to his feet. Settling, Ouusaldus eyes flicked to Alec as he offered him aid. Nostrils flaring, he stepped forward to break this action, forcing who could only be a child of the Emperor back away from the others. His thoughts raced to the events that had transpired not long ago, the royal blood that spilled the waves and rocks below the sheer drop. He felt sympathy swell in his heart, but only for a moment. As the air began to bristle with tension and words were beginning to be thrown around, Ouusaldus felt an unnerving chill run up his spine, his head snapping as Milo pushed his way forward, all bristling feathers and snapping teeth. With quick movements, Ouusaldus spread his wings, snapping them closed with a crack resounding in the air.
"ENOUGH" He bellowed, voice deep and commanding attention.
Nostrils flaring, Ouusaldus raised his head to look down at the gathering crowd of Talori. Milo's words rang true in his mind, this was no mere play fighting. This was organized, and potentially deadly if it was not stopped. Narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows, he looked at the one who had spoken for the group, who Milo was currently accusing. He was obviously a former guardian, stripped of his rank and forced to live with the other Talori who would not give up their ways. It made Ouusaldus wonder how far he was willing to go to gain revenge for his fallen people. Pushing the prince further back to his people, Ouusaldus focused his gaze on Kanaloa "This activity is to cease at once." He spoke to him directly, eyes flicking to the other Talori "If fighting of any kind is spotted again, there will be consequences. You however, will be coming with us" he finished, nodding a silent order for the others to restrain him. There were no time for neccisties in war.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Sept 5, 2017 19:10:53 GMT -6
Klaus had been in the bushes, waiting for Lucifer to return to the fight... but instead he heard the voices of strangers. The stallion moved forward on silent but quick hooves, arriving in time to see Milo spit his accusations. The black stallion's ears laid flat, gaze flicking between the horses as they exchanged words. Until the snap of the leader's wings silenced them all.
As the damned feathered bastards attempted to close in, Klaus lunged forward, cracking a hoof down mere inches from Alec, separating the prince and the philosopher, and putting his body between Kane and Milo. "He won't be going anywhere," he said, voice low, confident and threatening. "You have no evidence for an arrest; lawlessness only will beget lawlessness," he hissed.
Klaus looked at his comrades. 3 trained guardians, a decent agriculturist, and a useless prince. The odds weren't terrible... unless one considered the lack of weapons. But there was no chance he was letting them take Kane or Lucifer; both were too vital to the Cause. Justice and Cascade's will would prevail. If it came to a fight, he wouldn't lose.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 6, 2017 17:45:50 GMT -6
Peregrine || Flight Member || Post 3
Somewhat abashed by his overreaction to the appearance of a mere foal, Peregrine folded his wings and rustled his tail feathers, a characteristic trait of embarrassment for the grey Connemara. How foolish to have been so taken aback by a little one, even if it was one of the wretched Princes of the Talori. As tensions soared, one of the Talorians chose to defend the child by stating that they were merely letting off steam, which, although plausible, didn't seem to fit the scene before Peregrine well enough for him to accept it as the truth. Something seemed more sinister than simply blowing off steam, and his thoughts were echoed, or rather accused aloud by Milo, who seemed to have decided singlehandedly that the Talorians were planning to overthrow their captors. While Peregrine had never fully understood the other stallion's aggressive manner, the thought struck a chord in his mind, echoing deep inside his skull, and taking root there. Indeed, with so many Guardians, it was easy to believe that they could come up with some dastardly plan to free themselves from their captors' grasps.
Before Peregrine could decide if he wanted to chime in on the argument, Osuualdus's voice boomed through the clearing, demanding a halt to the bickering. In the manner of a true leader, he delegated punishments quickly and assuredly, taking claim of the outspoken Guardian. Before he could be restrained, a large, black horse stepped between Milo and the offender, growling an admonishment at the group of Flock members. Yellow eyes narrowing, the small horse squared up, wondering if he would have to come to blows with these thick-headed child-murderers. "You don't make the laws here," he snarled.
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Post by Ehrendi on Sept 7, 2017 4:50:58 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Madoka's teeth grazed the guardian's skin and he prepared himself for the counter attack when Othello suddenly backed away. It was all the warning he needed, the heavy feeling in his stomach returning. He had taken his eyes off of the roads for just a minute. Swinging himself around, he backed up to be inline with the guardians and felt his frustration rise as he saw Lucifer at the hooves of the pegasi. Kane tried to dissuade the pegasi, but Madoka knew they would not hear it. They were power hungry, enjoying the wave of domination they had over the main herd. As if to confirm this, a familiar pegasus spoke up, loud and obnoxious, filled with accusations that only made Madoka's blood begin to boil. What he wouldn't give to have a chance to wipe that smug look off of these pegasi. All of them. He was tired of being locked up. Tired of being at the whims of the pegasi. The Talori were suffering in Torrine. With small rations and strict regimes, it was a wonder that they had gone this long without causing a fight. It was amazing that he had managed to keep his temper under control when all he wanted to do was take off, head for the sea and never look back.
Curse this damned place.
Madoka's gaze narrowed, watching as the pegasus attempted to push the Prince back into their group. The quiet rumours of the pegasi killing hippocampus made his blood run cold at the sight. Whether or not Klaus was on the same train of thought, Madoka couldn't guess but the older guardian lunged forward and without a second thought Madoka was there by his side, ears back, glowering at the pegasi. His attention was drawn to a grey pegasus who spoke up and Madoka flattened his ears. "I dare say, by the looks of it, you wouldn't get much say in the matter either." He growled. Madoka would have bet his last shard that the grey wasn't of high standing in the Flock. Unlike the one with the gold mask however who appeared to have some authority over the rest.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 7, 2017 21:51:45 GMT -6
LuciferBut he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster The young stallion shook his head, still dizzy from his tumble as he glanced up at the winged equines towering above him. Fear immediately took hold, and he found himself shaking quite visibly in the shadow of the Flight. A wave of nausea passed through the colt and he swallowed hard, trying not to vomit right then and there. Ashes, he was not cut out for this. Unable to focus on what was being said, he just watched as the dark stallion who had previously offered to train him placed himself between the pegasi and the eldest guardian.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he pinned his ears back, trying to fight back the urge to break down and cry right there. He was a mighty Aodhian and there was nothing these peasants could do to him without raising the ire of his homeland, right? And if that was truly the case, he could fight them off without worrying about the consequences. He might be a hippocampus, but he was an Aodhian first, and that was something they would have to acknowledge before harming one fur on his body.
Struggling to get to his feet, Lucifer stared at the pegasi, narrowing his eyes as he looked from face to face. These peasants had locked him away unjustly. He wasn't Talori and this fight wasn't his to begin with. His fear slowly began twisting to anger, unable to keep up with the emotional storm wreaking havoc within him. Squaring off against one of the younger pegasi, he did the only thing he could think to do in that moment, and lunged straight for Milo's neck, teeth barred.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 8, 2017 15:35:46 GMT -6
Kanaloa | Gaurdian
His quickly improvised excuse was answered with accusations and insult on the prince’s account. Kanaloa couldn’t help but remark snidely: “Because of course you are royality yourself and would know perfectly what they would or wouldn’t do.” Another horse, who he assumed was the leader IF these barbarians even organized their groups as such which he in turn had to assume from their organized attack -, raised his voice above all the others, demanding all activity stopped and that he -or so he assumed- would go along with them. He stomped his heavy front hoof on the dirt beneath him. “On what ground?” he started to protest, but Klaus was already moving between him and their opponents, putting Kane on edge. His ears pinned back and he wished the other gaurdian to step back. This wasn’t the moment for a fight, not yet at least. It wouldn’t do their cause good to put anyone out of commision over him. The flock members were already reacting aggresivally to Klaus blocking their path.
“You don’t make the laws here.”
The sentence made Kanaloa raise his lip to show of his front teeth. Clearly law was something they had never heard off and it angered him they would insult their laws now. “You don’t seem to be making them either. Laws that are not known, cannot be upheld.” He was tense but he tried to keep his boiling anger in check. That was until the littlest prince decided to throw himself at these flock members instead of making his way back as instructed. Kane cursed and rushed forward to aid in what would no doubt would ignite a fight in all these already tense horses. With no weapon on him, he threw around his weight, quite litteraly, and tackled the nearest horse. He cursed again. “You fool. Run. Now.”
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